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It Takes A Genius To Whine Appealingly.

He Could Transform The Barest Incident Into A Thing Of Curve And Contour.

In Crowded Rooms They Would Form Words With Their Lips For Each Other's Eyes

Eighteen Might Look At Thirty-four Through A Rising Mist Of Adolescence, But Twenty-two Would See Thirty-eight With Discerning Clarity.

He Was Figuratively Following Along Beside Her As She Walked The Fence, Ready To Catch Her If She Should Fall.